Redsand Canyon then caleb threw that bottle down and grabbed me by my hair

Caught red-handed like a dog that had just invaded the pantry, Riley's shoulders hunched as he saw a shape approach -- no doubt to admonish him.

Or perhaps, just provide simple company.

Riley regarded him suspiciously. The male's gaze may have been kind, but there was a shadow under those eyes that spoke of experience Riley had yet to endure. "Okay." The male answered - his intention was simply acknowledgement, though he was not socially aware enough to realize his response came across as flippant.